The Offseason Thesis Is Dead. The Final 10 Games Wrote the Obituary.
Back in September, I wrote that MacFarland's summer had a blind spot — that the acquisitions of Bourque, Drury, and Lyubushkin looked coherent on paper but left the roster's structural weaknesses unaddressed. The final 39–47 record, and specifically the 3–7 collapse to close the season, is not a rebuttal to that argument. It is the confirmation.
Here is the number that matters most: Nashville scored 2.5 goals per game in its last 10 games, down from 3.2 over the prior 20-game stretch. That drop of nearly a full goal per night is not a cold streak. It is what happens when a roster has no secondary scoring engine and the depth players are suddenly asked to carry weight they were never built to carry. The 2015–16 Dallas Stars, the 2018–19 Florida Panthers, teams that looked retooled and instead revealed themselves as merely reshuffled — they all had a version of this moment. Nashville's version arrived right on schedule.
Ryan O'Reilly finished with 45 points in 50 games, a plus-3 rating, and the distinction of being the only core player who ended the season above water. That last part is the damning detail. Filip Forsberg, the nominal second star of this franchise, finished at minus-7. Steven Stamkos, brought in to provide veteran scoring weight, finished at minus-10. When your best player's excellence reads as a referendum on everyone around him, you do not have a team — you have a star and a supporting cast that cannot support.
The Evangelista trade is where this story turns from disappointment to indictment. He finished with 31 points in 45 games and a plus-6 rating — the best plus-minus among Nashville's top-10 scorers, better than Forsberg, better than Stamkos, better than anyone on the blue line. MacFarland traded a young, productive winger for draft capital at the precise moment the roster needed exactly what Evangelista provided. I said in September that the offseason bet had a blind spot MacFarland created himself. Evangelista's season-ending numbers are that blind spot, rendered in full.
The defense tells the same story from a different angle. Roman Josi logged 23-plus minutes a night in only 38 games and finished at minus-11. Brady Skjei played 50 games at nearly 22 minutes per night and finished at minus-10. Behind them, the drop-off to the next tier was not a step down — it was a cliff. Lyubushkin was supposed to be the stabilizing piece that kept Nashville's back end from bleeding. The goal differential of minus-29 on the season is the verdict on how that worked out.
There is a historical template for what Nashville is right now: a franchise caught between two timelines, too committed to veterans to fully rebuild, too thin in depth to genuinely contend. The late-2010s Ottawa Senators had a version of this problem. So did the post-peak Arizona Coyotes, cycling through retool attempts that never resolved into either a true rebuild or a real contention window. Nashville is not yet that far gone — Josi, O'Reilly, and Forsberg are real players — but the structure around them is hollow in ways that one offseason of acquisitions clearly cannot fix.
My declaration is this: the Predators will not contend next season unless the offseason that follows this one is fundamentally different in kind, not just degree. Adding a forward here and a defenseman there — the MacFarland model so far — will produce another 39-win season. The roster needs a secondary scoring engine at center, genuine defensive depth behind Josi, and a right wing pipeline that does not collapse the moment you move past the first name on the depth chart. Whether MacFarland, now reportedly reshaping the organization with fresh energy, has the appetite for that scale of change is the only question worth asking this offseason. The season just answered every other one.